Grouse Thicket Truth be told

He smiled, almost amused that she said he 'might' be right. He knew he was right because literally, almost every single time he asked a girl if she was okay and she said 'I'm fine', her expression and body language clearly said she wasn't. He learnt, from a very early age, to not trust someone when they said they were fine, or okay, because most likely, they weren't. Nico opened his mouth, ready to speak again when she slumped forward suddenly. Immediately, the soldier boy was there, giving her a shoulder to lean on while half supporting her at the sametime. "Holy-" she completed his sentence with the single profanity. In another time, in another scenario, perhaps, Nico would've laughed, surprised and amused that she'd used a swear word. Aero was always composed and uptight that imaging her swearing, let alone hearing it in real life, was surprisingly very funny.

Luckily, Nico didn't have time to laugh as she threw up. His first instinct was to step away, but as he was supporting her from collapsing, he couldn't very well just let her fall onto the ground could he? So with a resigned sigh, the sterling scout watched as bits of vomit splattered on his pristine coat; he'd just groomed it that morning and was disappointed to see his efforts ruined so soon. Nico held no ill feelings towards her, however, and spared just a second mourning over his dirty pelt. He didn't mind, not really, what was more important now was Aeronwyn...and teasing her about it later.

The pale warrior stepped away from him and collapsed onto the ground. He lowered himself next to her, crouching down as he looked at her with an amused smirk and worried eyes. "Feeling better?" Nico asked, resting his nose on the top of her crown for a millisecond, aware that she might not like it and kill him, even in her current state, therefore withdrawing quickly.